#((silas))

Your wetness grows, thinning the fabric of your underwear and slotting him just a minuscule bit closer, but that’s just enough to help you finish, wrapping your arms around his head, keeping his face pressed to your chest and locking your legs around him to press his cock closer and better fitted against you as you cum. “Silas!” He’s wide eyed and looking up at you the best he can pressed against you, and stops his suckling as he feels your wetness soak into his own underwear. When you relax and give him room, he sits upright, hands at the back of your thighs, keeping your legs open, and his right hand slides down to rub his middle and index finger against your slit, feeling and watching you throb and clench against the fabric. “Can I?” He asks, head tilted down, paying full attention at your messy, throbbing cunt, pressing his fingers down against your entrance before pulling the panties aside. Thumbs work to spread you further open, and his eyes seemingly gloss over and his dick twitches,“Can I taste?” A quick glance is all it takes to see your nod, and your pulled to the edge of the bed with a terrifying quickness and strength. He’s kneeling by the bed, and you barely lift your upper body to see him before he starts giving open mouthed kisses to your poor achy cunt. The tip of his nose sits pretty at the crest, and his tongue is wildly lapping flat against whatever he can. Legs twitch, and you pet his head, almost cooing at his eager inexperience, “wait, wait Silas.” Humming, he makes eye contact, and the intensity makes your heart jump; he doesn’t stop his insistent lapping. “S-slow down, it’ll feel better and last longer.” He makes a small whine but listens, slowing down, against his wishes. Admittedly, the way you pet his head and run your fingers through his hair helped. You give him guidance over what felt best to you, telling him to work his way up, to keep his tongue flat or more pointed. Silas was obedient, but he couldn’t ignore the strain in his underwear forever, and palming at it was getting more pathetic, yet he was so close to what he truly wanted to do.

He moved his lips up to suckle and swirl his tongue around your clit while his fingers glided against your entrance, picking up slick before pressing in. You clenched at the intrusion, but gave no real resistance, physically or verbally, so he continued to work you open. When your legs started shaking and you kept repeating his name, he took the signs that you were cumming and excitedly picked up his pace, working you towards your climax. His fingers curled upward, and rubbed gently while he wrapped his free arm around your leg, keeping you in place and sucking at your clit as you came. Sultry slurping sounds echoed with whimpers and moans of his name, your hips bucking against his face, and hands gripping his head to keep his mouth and nose close and draw out the experience.

After a few moments, he gives one last drooling kiss to your cunt, making you twitch and squirm, trying to push his face away. He stands up, albeit awkwardly with some knee pain, and pushes his clothed bulge against your raw pussy. Pulling down the waistband to release his cock from its confines, he guides it down to slot against your pussy, rocking his hips back and forward. Getting overstimulated, you whine, “Silas…” Shushing, he leans forward to kiss your forehead and whispers, “You had your fun, and you wanted sex right?” He dips the head of his cock just the slightest bit towards your entrance; you nod, clenching as a poor attempt to pull him in. Humming, he smiles at you “That’s a good girl. You want me inside, don’t you?” Teasing, he keeps rocking his hips, never going deeper than the tip, and spreading his precum to mix with your juices. You nod furiously, but he clicks his tongue, “You gotta tell me or I’m not doing more than this. You want me. Don’t you?” His other hand almost painfully gripping at your inner thigh, and before it hurts any worse, you gasp and nod, “Yes, yes please Silas. Put it in. I want it in.” Feeling and watching you lift your hips to throb and clench pathetically against his cock, he eases your pleas and pushes inside, provoking an unguarded moan from the both of you. He bites his lower lip and resists the urge to thrust till he’s down to the hilt; he can tell just by how stretched open you are around a few inches of his cock, that he’s more massive than he realized. “Fuck, you’re so wet and hot.” He whimpers, slowly easing his way in, kissing your neck and licking over your ear. Sensitive and ticklish, your legs shake and sporadically clench around him, egging him to go deeper. “In… Is it all in?” You mewl, biting down on his shoulder and kissing his neck, hands rubbing at his back, trying to anchor yourself and sooth him all the same. He shakes his head, “No, but you’re taking me so good. Such a good girl, being so patient.” Humming, he reciprocates your neck kisses, and moans softly with every inch that pushes deeper.

By the time he pushes it to the hilt, you feel so incredibly full with his hot and heavy cock inside, and his breathing is labored, tongue sticking out to lick up the sweat on your neck. Thrusting slowly, it feels like he’s dragging you inside out just to push in and make you feel whole again. “I’m gonna move faster alright?” A hand pets your head, and then moves to cup your cheek, “I let you cum twice, so it’s only fair I get my turn.” He whispers, biting at the crook of your neck as he picks up his pace, “Mine.” To keep you in place, he grabs your hips, fingertips bruising. “I love you and you love me right?” Forehead pressed against yours, he feels your hurried nodding, “Y-yes I love you Silas.” You swear under your breath and put your fingers through his hair, dragging him to an open mouthed kiss. Tongues swirling for brief seconds before you start sucking on his tongue, and you’re drowned in his taste. Warm huffs from his nose tickle against your cheek as you both struggle to breathe through the kiss. When you try to pull away, his mouth reaches for more of your breath and his hand keeps your jaw steady; you’re grabbing at his shoulders and scratching at his chest as your own starts to burn.

When he finally pulls away, it’s like resurfacing, and you gasp for air, whining and coughing out his name and eyes prickled with tears. Before you can ask why, he rasps, “You breathe for me.” His eyes are wide and daunting, sparked with dark desire, “This body is mine, Sunshine.” He lifts your thighs to settle more comfortably around his waist, his nails dragged against your skin, just enough to leave marks but not draw any blood. “You gave it to me ever since our first kiss.” A chaste kiss to your cheek and he licks at your eyes, attempting to eat away at your under developed tears. Small and vulnerable against him, it almost feels like he’s trying to eat you, and maybe he’s even succeeding. Approaching how climax, his thrusts gained pace and strength. Loud squelches, heavy breathing and occasional slurps were are all you could hear, and your poor overstimulated clit seemed to always drag along his cock and kiss his pubes as he pumped into you. Silas’ moaning only got higher as he got closer, “I’m gonna cum. Inside. Cum inside.” You rocked your hips in motion with his, trying your best to meet him and get him as deep as you could. Legs locked around his waist, and he pulled you up, hands gripping tight at the fat of your ass, and his head buried in your neck, biting as hard as he could.

Cumming around his cock, you cried as Silas groaned, throbbing as he pumped you full of cum, his tip kissing and twitching against your cervix. Releasing his teeth, he licked at the bruised bite mark he left before kissing over your face. As he does, he rolls his hips, hoping to get every drop of cum into you. “My little lamb did so well for me. Taking me so good.” His hands massaged your sides and gently held your face, kissing your forehead. “My pretty fucked out prey.” His smile was crooked, but it was an endearing resemblance to the kind country boy he usually is towards you. Barely able to nod, you hum to acknowledge his praise. He licks at the drool around your mouth, “Open your mouth.”

He spits in your mouth, and your eyes widen the slightest bit. “You take whatever I give you and don’t spill anything.” At your nod, he sits back to admire your pussy still tightly clenched around him. He pulls out his cock halfway before slowly pushing it back in again, admiring how his cum spreads and how drenched he is in your fluids. He goes on for minutes, before finally pulling out; the action makes you whimper, feeling stretched and empty but not for long. He lays down beside you, spooning you and slipping his cock back inside. “We have to keep it all in. Remember, don’t spill anything.” One hand goes down to caress your lower abdomen, carefully pushing down before his arm wrapped tightly around you. “We belong to each other.” He whispered, pulling you as close as he could at the slight expense of your ability to take deep breaths. In such an embrace, you danced along a line between feeling safe and trapped. But his heartbeat thumped so soothingly behind you, and his breathing was calm, so you let yourself be taken and even trapped if it meant you got to savor this moment with him. It was warm being with him. You wanted it to last forever, and luckily for you, he did too. Maybe even more than you.